Nasdaq lyrics

(Chorus)
If I said f*ck you I meant that
This Glock got a stick and it kickback
My price goin up like the Nasdaq
I’m smokin some pressure this sh*t got my lungs black
I gotta do this for Kelvin
I ball like Kyrie wit the Celtics
I know this codeine is not healthy
I came wit the bag and I know that you smell it

(Verse 1)
I know they see me ballin, rappin, taking all these b*tches tryna call me
Remember when they never saw me
Now I’m gettin bread like Arby’s
Back at work and hit them twos and fews it ain’t satisfaction
[?] Wit this rap sh*t
sh*t get tragic n*gga f*ck this rappin
I’m in my bag
I took a loss and had to get back
Came from the trenches flyin first class
She tryna f*ck a n*gga wit the cash
Ain’t got sh*t to add, lil shawty she bad
Real n*gga chemistry, I’m boutta sh*t on my enemies, ain’t got no fear in me
I know they envy me
I spilled the drip now it’s slippery
[?]
I know some n*ggas that hate on the movement
They don’t be nothing just to stop a n*gga
Cause they know I’m really boutta pop a n*gga
I ain’t stoppin n*gga til they drop a n*gga
n*ggas ain’t know how we comin
Phone was ringing the trap goin bonkers
Came a long way now the paper stay comin
We doin numbers [?]
(Chorus)
If I said f*ck you I meant that
This Glock got a stick and it kickback
My price goin up like the Nasdaq
I’m smokin some pressure this sh*t got my lungs black
I gotta do this for Kelvin
I ball like Kyrie wit the Celtics
I know this codeine is not healthy
I came wit the bag and I know that you smell it

(Verse 2)
Aw sh*t, aw sh*t, we sellin raw sh*t
Got 50s on guns and we puttin a body on em
We on some law sh*t
These n*ggas some b*tches I figured that out quick, in the streets I’m the topic
A n*gga was down but I got out that drought quick
Fill a opp up wit hot sh*t
You used to be cool you used to aight
Now you a pus*y though
I slid through your hood and I let off some shots
I don’t think you was lookin though
Couple bands in my pants they get spent on a sack
I rollin up woods and pouring up act
n*ggas get boxed so I’m totin my strap
Lil n*gga relax for this Glock get you wacked n*ggas get money to cover they image
I’m real n*gga livin I’m countin my spendings
Came from the trenches, made lanes for the trenches
Don’t test me cause I’ll blow your brains in the trenches
Dope in my pocket that lil hoe keep lookin at me
[?]
I ran up a check now a young n*gga really have it
I rap but I’m really trappin
(Chorus)
If I said f*ck you I meant that
This Glock got a stick and it kickback
My price goin up like the Nasdaq
I’m smokin some pressure this sh*t got my lungs black
I gotta do this for Kelvin
I ball like Kyrie wit the Celtics
I know this codeine is not healthy
I came wit the bag and I know that you smell it